I have a request for Jacaerys Velaryon x reader. They have been married for some time, but Jace still had feelings for Baela. He has never cheated and was always respectful towards reader, though. Jacaerys and her performed their duties and eventually she got pregnant. The fact that reader is now carrying his child makes them grow closer and Jace starts to fall in love with his wife.
For this one, the legitimacy of Rhaenyra’s children was called into question and there was no betrothals between Rhaenyra’s boys and Daemon’s twins.
Warnings: pregnancy (I don't like pregnancies when I read/write, but this one was okay and mostly a small part of the story)
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When King Viserys fell, a prince showed up to your home and asked your mother, Jeyne Arryn, for her support to Princess — now Queen — Rhaenyra’s claim. In her message, Rhaenyra didn’t fail to mention her mother, Aemma of House Arryn, and remind Lady Jeyne that she shared Arryn blood through her. Your mother was hesitant, knowing her support would make Daemon Targaryen king consort, but she couldn’t give her support to the Greens. So, she agreed but demanded to get something in exchange: a husband for her only daughter.
You didn’t like the idea of being sold for politics, but according to your mother it was part of being a woman.
Married life wasn’t bad like you thought. Jacaerys was a respectful and kind man, but there was one problem: he had feelings for another.
You didn’t take long to notice that his heart was elsewhere. It was written in the silence. The way he looked at Baela, the way he smiled at her — a special smile he kept just for her. He had undeniable feelings for her. You begged for attention, time, acknowledgment, but Jacaerys was never fully with you. Him and Baela spent a lot of time together riding their dragons together or practicing High Valyrian in the great hall, which left you hurt and jealous. Other than the red gem on your finger that matched the one of his cloak-pin, you had nothing in common.
Sitting in your chamber, you held a necklace of your house’s sigil. The gold was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth. You hadn't seen your mother since the beginning of the war and you missed her dearly. You exchanged messages by raven, but it wasn’t the same as seeing her in person.
A tear slipped down your cheek, wishing for this war to be over soon.
The door of your chambers creaked open, snapping you out of your sorrowful reverie. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Jacaerys in his armor after a day spent teaching the dragonseeds. It was a smart idea to get more dragons and riders on their side, but also a lot of work.
‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity.
‘’Missing home, that’s all,’’ you replied, quickly wiping the tear away and forcing a smile. The weight of the necklace seemed heavier than ever as you clutched it in your hand.
Jacaerys stepped further into the room, running a hand through his tousled hair. He crossed the space between you in a few strides, his expression softening. ‘’Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.’’ He wiped your tear and sat next to you. ‘’I’ll take you to the Vale when it’s safe,’’ Jacaerys promised, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. ‘’I would take you now if it wasn’t so dangerous to fly over Kingsroad. The Greens have taken Harrenhal and—’’
‘’Is my mother okay? You promised you would send a dragon to watch over my home.’’
He nodded. ‘’Rhaena left this morning with Joffrey and three dragon eggs. They should hatch soon and assure more protection to the Vale.’’
You let out a shaky breath, the news offering a small measure of relief.
A few moons later, you announced to Jacaerys that you were pregnant. It was a surprise as you only had the occasion to lay together two times, but it’s been two moons since you last bled and the maester confirmed your suspicions. You were with child.
The timing was not ideal, but the Queen was beyond happy for you and Jacaerys. She hosted a small feast in your honor, and made everyone keep your pregnancy a secret. Jacaerys was her heir, making your baby his heir. If the news got to their ears, she feared you would become a target for the Greens.
At the table, Baela congratulated you with a smile. You thought she would be bitter, but she was genuinely happy for you.
As the weeks went by, the walls that once stood between you began to crumble and you and Jacaerys started getting closer. He would spend more time in the evening in your chambers, talking by the hearth while eating lemon tarts. And ask how the baby was although your stomach was barely round every time he returned from teaching the dragonseeds.
You’ll never forget the look on his face when felt the baby move for the first time. The stars of complete amazement. He kissed you that night — a real kiss.
On the seventh moon, as you were getting ready for your bath, you felt blood dripping down your leg. Terrified, you asked one of the servants to fetch the maester and the Queen. She had other — more pressing — business to take care of, but you needed the reassurance of a mother by your side.
The news ran through the castle and made it way to Jacaerys, who dropped everything he was doing and ran through the corridors of Dragonstone to get to you.
His face pale with worry when he bursted in your chamber, thinking you were going to lose the baby like his mother did. An early bleeding was how it started.
‘’I’m fine, Jace. Maester Gerardys said bleeding can happen,’’ you said, taking his hand and pressing it over your belly. ‘’Our baby is fine.’’
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"when i met jeonghan, i never imagined i would have two other perfect copies of him in my life."
choi seungcheol as father of a little girl in primary school.
d/n = daughter name
you and seungcheol received a notice from your daughter's school asking that at least one of you should come to the teachers' office. normally, you are the one who attends d/n's school meetings, but since seungcheol had a day off, he offered to go.
upon arriving at the school, in front of the teachers' office, he found your daughter sitting on a bench, her head down, swinging her legs. seungcheol approached calmly but worried. he knelt down, held d/n's hands, and asked in a gentle voice, "what happened, dear?" d/n didn't respond, continuing to look at the ground.
soon, the teacher noticed seungcheol's arrival and approached. he stood up to greet her formally.
"mr. choi, sorry to make you come here, but in cases like this, we must follow protocol," the teacher said. "d/n hit a classmate, and we advise that her parents talk to her."
seungcheol was surprised by the news, as his daughter was not one to hit others; on the contrary, she was a sweet and delicate girl. he looked at d/n and felt a pang in his heart seeing her so sad.
"oh... i'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else to say. "this won't happen again."
the teacher nodded and asked him to sign a notice of awareness, which he did. "shall we go home?" he asked with the same gentleness, picking up the backpack beside her.
she stood up and took her father's hand. the two walked in silence to the car. seungcheol knew she was afraid of being scolded, so he preferred to respect her space.
d/n settled into the back seat. while adjusting her seatbelt, seungcheol said, "don't worry, my princess, appa won't scold you. but i need to understand what happened." he looked into her eyes, conveying reassurance.
the little girl hesitated for a moment but with sad eyes said, "i'll talk when we get home and are with omma."
seungcheol agreed in silence, patted her hair, and closed the door. he then sat in the driver's seat and started the car, glancing at his daughter from time to time in the rearview mirror.
upon arriving home, you were in the living room waiting for them. you stood up seeing the frustration in your husband's eyes and your daughter's head down.
"what happened?" you asked, worried but maintaining a calm tone.
"d/n, can you tell us now?" seungcheol asked.
"a boy spent the entire class pulling my hair," she began with a trembling voice. "so i did what uncle jeonghan told me to do."
"what did uncle jeonghan tell you to do?" seungcheol asked, raising an eyebrow, fearing the answer.
"he said that if any boy at school messed with me, i should kick his butt," she replied.
you controlled yourself as much as possible not to laugh. the situation was funny; you would definitely have done the same, and jeonghan would definitely say something like that.
seungcheol gave you a reproachful look. he knew you wanted to laugh because he knew you perfectly.
"i can't believe i have three of you in my life," cheol murmured, shaking his head.
you placed a hand on seungcheol's shoulder, trying to comfort him but unable to hide a smile.
"we're going to talk to uncle jeonghan about this, and you, little princess, need to understand that violence is not the solution, even if he started it," you said to your daughter, with a firm but loving look.
d/n nodded, understanding she had caused trouble, but feeling supported by her parents.
seungcheol decided to impose a light punishment so d/n could reflect on what she had done: no snacks for a week. after talking to d/n, he called your brother, jeonghan.
"jeonghan, we need to talk about what you told d/n," seungcheol started, serious.
"what did i say?" he asked, confused.
"you told her to kick other kids' butts," seungcheol said sternly.
on the other end of the line, jeonghan laughed.
"ah, so my little princess really did that?" jeonghan responded proudly, still laughing.
"it's not funny," seungcheol scolded. "she needs to learn to handle these situations differently."
"sorry, cheol, i didn't think she would take it so seriously," jeonghan said, still in an amused tone.
after finishing the call, seungcheol finally relaxed on the couch. he saw his daughter approaching with a sweet, bright look; she knew perfectly how to melt her appa's heart.
"appa, i'm sorry for what i did. i promise not to do it again," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
seungcheol took a deep breath, trying to maintain his resolve.
"i know, dear, but you're still punished with no snacks for a week."
d/n, however, didn't give up. she was good at this. she continued to stroke her father's face and looked at him with the most adorable eyes only she could make.
"appa, please... just one snack?" she asked, with the sweetest voice possible.
seungcheol tried to resist, but her affection was irresistible. he sighed again and finally gave in.
"alright, just one," he said, defeated.
you, watching the scene from afar, couldn't contain your laughter. "i knew you wouldn't resist her," you said, laughing.
seungcheol looked at you with an embarrassed smile.
"it's hard to say no to her," he admitted.
d/n smiled, happy to have gotten what she wanted. before taking the snack, she hugged her father again.
"i love you, appa," she said, with a mischievous smile.
seungcheol, still smiling, responded: "i love you too, my little one."
d/n then held out the snack to him, with an expectant look.
"want to share the snack with me, appa? so we can eat together!"
seungcheol hesitated for a moment, but d/n's kindness and affection were irresistible. he accepted the snack with a smile.
"sure, let's share."
you laughed to yourself, watching your mini-you in action.
"when i met jeonghan, i never imagined i would have two other perfect copies of him in my life," seungcheol commented, seeing you laugh at the situation.
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Standing You Up - Angst Edition
Requested By: @anxious-chick
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Summary: The brothers accidentally stand you up / forget about a date that they had with you (Angst Edition)
You smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror of your bathroom. You looked absolutely stunning. You had spent the last hour or so getting ready to make sure you looked perfect for Lucifer.
He had invited you to a nearby five-star restaurant that just recently opened. They were doing a Demonus tasting event to bring people in and - being Diavolo’s right hand demon - Lucifer was one of the first demons to get invited with a plus one.
He immediately asked you, seizing the opportunity to ask you out on a date. You were a bit flustered when he asked, but excited nonetheless, and you gladly accepted his invitation.
Lucifer still wasn’t back from RAD yet and you knew the two of you would be cutting it close if you waited for him to get back to RAD and then go to the restaurant. So, you thought you’d make it easier on him and meet him at the restaurant. You sent him a message to let him know the plan and then made your way to the restaurant.
Meanwhile, Lucifer was sitting at RAD with Lord Diavolo. It was supposed to be a short meeting between the two of them, talking about routine items such as the House of Lamentation’s financial expenses and the exchange program reports. Lucifer really hadn’t meant to spend so much time at RAD.
But, after telling Lucifer how much he meant to him as a friend and how he would always appreciate Lucifer’s support, Diavolo asked if Lucifer would attend another meeting with him. He had to make an appearance before the elder demons and he asked Lucifer to be by his side to help improve his appearance.
Lucifer’s pride suddenly sparked as he thought about the words Lord Diavolo said. His presence would make Lord Diavolo look better? How could Lucifer say no? Not only did he swear his loyalty to Diavolo, but it would be a chance to show the elder demons just how powerful he and his brothers had gotten.
Lucifer agreed to go to the meeting without even thinking. He had no thoughts about any other plans he had possibly made, his pride glowing brightly. He had no desire to think about anything else as he followed Diavolo, not even bothering to check his D.D.D.
You had made it the restaurant and saw the long line of people waiting to get inside. You decided to wait in line. After all, you didn’t know how long it would take but Lucifer would be sure to be there by then, right?
It did take some time to get to the door, but Lucifer still wasn’t there. You gave the host a nervous smile as you approached the podium they were standing behind. A large book was open in front of them with all the names of the demons who had been invited to the opening.
You decided to get a table for the two of you and told the host that you were Lucifer’s plus one. The host let out a loud chuckle, not believing you. “He should be here soon. He’s just - running late,” you tried to explain.
“Sorry, no humans allowed,” the host snapped back, motioning for you to step out of the line. A deep blush coated your cheeks as you left the line, the crowd of demons behind you snickering. Poor human.
You were so embarrassed as you made your way back to the House of Lamentation, tears streaming down your face and leaving stains. You did your best to regain your composure before entering the house. The last thing you needed was to be interrogated by the brothers.
When you opened the door, you stopped dead in your tracks as you saw Lucifer standing in front of his brothers, wearing a proud smile as he was telling them about the meeting with the elder demons and how he could tell they respected him now.
Asmo was the first to notice you when you walked in. “Ooh, Y/N! Where were you? You look amazing!” Asmo told you with a smile.
All seven of them were staring at you now, but you were only glaring at one in particular. His once smug look now turned to one of shame as he looked at your appearance. His plans with you finally dawned on him.
The brothers weren’t sure what exactly happened, but they could sense the tension in the room, and they didn’t want any part of it, promptly making their leave.
You waited for Lucifer to say anything, but for once, he was at a loss of words. You were too angry to form coherent sentences, so when you realized he was going to remain silent, you walked past him, heading to your room.
It was only when you were passing him that he realized he had to speak, “I’m sorry,” he admitted. It was a simple apology, but it was more than he had done for any of his brothers. Saying you were sorry meant admitting you were in the wrong, and that hurt his pride.
You stopped in your tracks to face him. Most people would be too scared of him to say something, but you were fuming. “I spent over an hour getting ready so I could make sure I looked nice for our date. I did everything I could to save our spot in line. And, as soon as I got to the front, I was rejected - for being human. I had to leave while everyone laughed at me - the sad human who got stood up. I’m sorry isn’t good enough.”
Those words felt like a slap in the face as you shut yourself in the room - you were done talking. Lucifer was used to being the one who fixed everything for his brothers, but he didn’t know where to start with you.
He didn’t know how to handle the silent treatment you were giving or the way you avoided looking at him every time you were in the same room together.
The first thing he did was get the restaurant shut down with the help of Diavolo for declining service to you. Don’t ever deny his human. He would try to give you space, but if you made no attempt to reconcile, he would take matters into his own hands.
He would trap you in a room with him so that he could genuinely apologize and tell you all the ways he’ll make things up to you. He was a prideful demon, but he was willing to let his pride falter when it came to getting you to give him another chance.
Greed was one of the hardest sins to have. No matter how much he gambled, or how much he sold things for Grimm, Mammon was never satisfied. He was always needing more - craving more.
He didn’t want to be called money-grubbing scum. He was the second-most powerful demon. He used to be an angel. He was miles above any average demon. Yet, when it comes to Grimm, his mind blacks out and his sin takes over leading him to making poor decisions.
You were the only one who could see past his sin. The only one who made him feel like something more than the filth that his brothers made him out to be. You saw the person he really was…At least, you used to.
You were standing at the entrance gate of one of the festivals that the Devildom was holding. It was supposed to be a very special event and Mammon had promised to go with you. But he was nowhere in sight.
You could hear the music playing from inside the festival. The events were already starting. You pulled out your D.D.D. and tried calling Mammon. Only to be met with his voicemail. You sent several messages before trying to call him again. But, again, there was no answer.
Mammon was too busy at the casino to notice his D.D.D. ringing. He had gone earlier in the day and had planned to leave an hour ago to make it to your date. But he was on a winning streak! He couldn’t leave yet!
You were tired of waiting outside the festival gate for Mammon, so you decided to seek him out on your own. You had a feeling you knew where he was, but you were hoping you were wrong. You were praying that he didn’t stand you up for gambling.
You walked to the casino, your anger and sadness outweighing any fear you might have to walk alone in the Devildom. You didn’t understand why he would stand you up. Was your connection with him not what you thought it was? Had you jumped to conclusions and misinterpreted him? Maybe there weren’t any hidden emotions when he called you a stupid human. Maybe he meant it.
You entered the casino and immediately scanned the area, feeling a pang in your chest when you finally saw him. He was standing at the gambling table, his eyes glowing gold while he had a large smile on his face. A demoness stood next to him, cheering him on as she held onto his arm, gently rubbing it.
You felt the tears threaten to fall as Mammon won again, letting out a celebratory shout. He looked around the table with a proud smirk until his eyes dared to look beyond the table and he saw you there, looking heartbroken.
He felt his world stop as you quickly left the casino the second the two of you made eye contact. He felt his guilt begin to crush him as the realization of what he’s done hit him.
“Wait!” he called after you, but you were long gone. He tried to push past the people nicely. But the demoness clutched onto his arm and begged him to stay, and the other demons taunted him to win another round. He was overwhelmed and he only had one person on his mind.
Before he knew it, he was in his demon form. And once he was, everyone backed off, respecting the power of the second-born.
He left the casino without cashing out. It would take too long. He immediately followed after you and was somewhat relieved when he realized that you made it back to the House of Lamentation safely.
He immediately ran to your room and found the door shut. He knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please let me in,” Mammon pleaded, his head resting gently against the wood of the door.
He tried to turn the handle on the door, desperate to see you, but it was locked. In all your time here, you had never locked the door. Mammon could have broken down the door. In fact, he was tempted to. But then he heard the soft sniffles coming from your room and he went cold. You were crying. He made you cry.
Mammon let out a small sigh, feeling his own tears threaten to form. How could he have done this? To the one person that never made him feel like scum. To the one person that never looked at him like trash. To the person that he…
Mammon would buy you gifts every day until you talk to him again. He would do anything to get another chance with you.
Levi let out a gasp as he looked at the leaderboard for the RPG he had been addicted to for the past forty eight hours. He had been playing non-stop, eager to get his name in the first place spot of the leaderboard.
He was sure he had finally achieved his goal, but when he looked at the leaderboard, he saw his name sitting in the number two spot. NUMBER TWO. Levi angrily looked at the name in the number one spot. Envy immediately began to overtake his senses. It was unacceptable for him to not be number one. He was the best when it came to this game! He was just going to have to work twice as hard.
Meanwhile, while Levi was on his gaming rampage, you were standing at the manga cafe where Levi was supposed to meet you. You had liked the otaku for a while now, but you had been afraid to ask him out because of his aloof and skittish nature.
But, then you came up with a great idea. A manga cafe! It would be the perfect setting for the two of you. You could read manga, watch anime, and play games. You had paid for a private booth for the two of you, so you could do anything you wanted.
You were so excited to go. You had spent the whole day coming up with ideas for what you wanted to do first. You even wore an outfit that was inspired by yours’ and Levi’s favorite anime.
But, there was only one problem - Levi wasn’t there.
The manga cafe ran on a strict schedule to ensure anyone who wanted to reserve a booth could do so at the time they wanted.
You had double checked the time with Levi a couple of days prior, making sure to choose the time that fit both of your schedules perfectly. You wanted everything to go smoothly.
You tried calling him multiple times but he didn’t answer. Because he couldn’t hear his D.D.D. with his headset on.
Your time had already started so you went to your shared booth, hoping that Levi was just running late and that he would still show up. But, as the time got later and later, you realized he wasn’t coming.
You were too upset to do any of the things you wanted to do, so you just sat there as tears streamed down your face. You had been so excited to go on a date with Levi, hoping that he returned the feelings you had for him. But, it was obvious now that he didn’t.
You did your best to stay quiet, not wanting the other patrons to hear you crying. And, when the time you paid for was up, you went back to the House of Lamentation, wiping away your tears.
Levi sat back with a proud smile as he looked at his name at the top of the leaderboard. He finally did it! He felt like he could relax just a bit now and pulled out his D.D.D. to check the time. His eyes widened and his heart stopped beating as he saw all of the missed messages and calls.
He let out a small scream as it dawned on him that he had stood you up and he immediately tried calling you as he rushed out of his bedroom. He reached your voicemail and said, “I’m on my way! I’m so sorry I’m late!”
He ended the call and opened the main door of the House of Lamentation but stopped dead in his tracks when you were standing there. His heart broke when he noticed your tear-stained cheeks and the look of betrayal in your eyes.
He opened his mouth to say something - anything. But, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to fix this. And you weren’t in the mood to see him right now. So, you just pushed past him, walking towards your room and shutting him out.
Levi immediately retreated to his room, letting his own tears fall. He wanted to go to the dark place he was so familiar with. He wanted to say terrible things about himself, about how you would have never liked an otaku shut-in like himself anyway. But, no matter how many times he tried to say those things, the guilt came back to remind him that he made you feel those things.
He had to get out of his comfort zone if he was going to fix things with you. He made multiple plans to make things up to you. But, in the end, he gets tired of you avoiding him and ends up stuttering out a confession of his feelings for you before promising he would never miss a date with you if you give him another chance.
You and Satan had made plans to go to a cat cafe together. It wasn’t the first time you went to one, but this one had just opened, and they were running a special promotion. And anyone who went to their opening got a special cat plushie to go home with along with other cat merch.
It was like a dream for Satan when he found that out. He was so excited, and you were the only person he wanted to go with. He thought it would be a romantic date for the two of you, and you would be able to take home keepsakes of your time together.
He would be hoping they would have a cat ear headband that you could wear.
You made sure to save up extra Grimm for your date with Satan. You wanted to be able to buy him whatever he wanted at the cafe. You knew he usually insisted on it being the other way around. He wanted to spoil you. But you also knew that cat cafes were the closest thing Satan had to his version of heaven and you wanted to be able to spend a little extra on him. You even picked up a job for a few days to make sure you earned enough Grimm.
When the time had come for your date with Satan you waited patiently at the House of Lamentation, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail.
Thinking you might have misunderstood the meeting place, you decided to go to the cat cafe. Maybe Satan had intended for the two of you to meet there. Maybe he was the one waiting for you, hoping you weren’t standing him up.
But Satan was not at the cat cafe. Instead, he was at the library, feverishly searching for a book that Simeon had just told him about. Apparently, it was a forbidden book that had been believed to be lost. But Simeon had just told Satan that he had heard rumors that the book wasn’t lost but instead hidden inside the library in the Devildom.
Satan had heard about the book before and desperately wanted to add it to his collection. So, when Simeon had told him this information, the temptation was too much to resist.
His mind went into autopilot as only one thought remained. He had to turn his D.D.D. to silent mode to not disturb anyone else in the library; and it helped ensure he could look for the book without any distractions.
It also ensured he missed all of your phone calls and text messages.
The cafe would be closing soon, and you had given up on the idea of Satan showing up. But no matter how upset you were, you knew that this was limited edition merch and you cared enough about him to not want him to miss out on it.
So, you entered the cafe on your own, pouring what energy you had into petting the cats as you tried to not think about the fact that you got stood up. Did you do something wrong? Did you anger Satan in some way?
When it was time to go, you bought one of everything the merch store had and went back to the House of Lamentation. The unanswered questions of why you got stood up were starting to burn into your mind and you decided to seek out the only demon who would have answers.
You knocked on the door of his room, but no one answered. Risking your life by entering the Avatar of Wrath’s room without permission, you opened the door and found it empty. He wasn’t even home which meant that whatever he was doing he found more important than spending time with you.
You were now questioning whether he had feelings for you or if you had made it all up in your head. Maybe your romance story was nothing special to him. Maybe you were nothing special to him.
Was that a tear?
You used your sleeve to quickly wipe it away before taking the items out of the bag and displaying them nicely on his bed. You figured even if he didn’t want to go on a date with you, he would still enjoy the cat-themed items. You then retreated to your room.
Satan got back to the House of Lamentation with a giddy smile on his face. He found it. He actually found it! He would have to thank Simeon for the information next time he saw him.
Satan immediately went to his room, ready to add the book to his extensive collection.
When he got inside, he looked at his bed and noticed it was full of cat-themed items. Satan’s smile only grew as he rushed over to the bed. How had these objects gotten here?
Satan’s heart dropped when he turned one of the items over and saw the name of the cat cafe written on it. Memories flashed through his mind as he suddenly realized what he was on his way to do when he ran into Simeon.
His face fell as he looked at the items. Even after he stood you up, you cared enough about him to get all these items, knowing it would make him happy.
He rushed to your room, knocking on the door and pleading with you to let him in and explain. But, when he realized you weren’t going to, he gave you some space.
He looked through every single one of his books looking for any indication of what humans typically tend to like and how to make up for a mistake.
He would try every single method he read about to get you to forgive him. Never again would he betray your trust and put something before you. He could live without the book, but he wasn’t so sure he could live without you.
You let out a small sigh as you sat in the middle of your closet. Your clothes were strewn all around you and you had a defeated look on your face as you checked your D.D.D. for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
Asmo had come up with the idea to completely reorganize your closet. The two of you had been watching videos of how to properly organize your wardrobes and Asmo had the motivation to try it out.
You suggested he do it on his wardrobe, but he insisted that his wardrobe was already specifically organized that way he needed it to be. Besides, yours would be so much more fun to organize!
You wanted to spend some time with Asmo, so you agreed to it. Even though you would just be in your room, you wanted it to be a mini-date. You and Asmo would be in close quarters for who knows how long and amidst the work you were doing, the two of you would have plenty of time to talk to each other.
Asmo told you that he would be there soon, so you decided to start in the closet. Asmo wanted to completely reorganize it so the first step was to take everything out. It took longer than you expected but Asmo was still nowhere to be found.
You had tried reaching out to him multiple times by now but there was no response. You figured he would be upset if you started without him. After all, it was his idea. So, you decided to scroll on FabSnap while you waited.
Boy was that a mistake.
The second you opened the app, your feed was flooded with videos of Asmo at a fashion show. He looked so good and judging by the way he was acting, he had clearly been drinking. To top it all off, he was surrounded by his fans who were all desperately trying to get his attention.
Each video felt like a stab in the chest as you felt like you meant so little to Asmo that he completely forgot about you. You pushed back the negative thoughts that began flooding your mind. Self-deprecation was not the way to handle being stood up.
You took a couple of deep breaths before deciding to do your wardrobe without Asmo. You already took everything out, so there was no point in sloppily putting everything back.
You followed every step the videos recommended, making sure everything was organized to perfection. You did everything you could to distract yourself from your thoughts as you worked.
Soon enough, you were done, and you looked at the wardrobe. It was perfect. So, why were you crying? You touched your cheek and stopped the tear that had been falling. When did you start crying? You didn’t even realize you had been.
But it wasn’t hard to figure out why. You closed your eyes as thoughts of the Avatar of Lust finally broke through the wall you had put up. Terrible thoughts about how you would never be enough to satisfy him. How he would always want more than you could provide and that’s why he stood you up tonight.
You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. What’s done is done. You can’t rewind time, and neither can he. So, you took a picture of the organized closet and sent it to Asmo. You didn’t even bother typing out a salty message. You were too tired from emotionally fighting with yourself. Instead, you just locked your door and went over to your bed. You didn’t want any visitors tonight.
The fashion show was just about over when Asmo received your message. A smile lit up his face as he saw your name pop up on his D.D.D. But then he opened your message and his smile immediately turned into a frown as he looked at your wardrobe. The wardrobe he had promised to help you with tonight.
How could he have forgotten?! He had gotten invited to the fashion show at the last minute with the promise of his fans being there along with a lot of press. Asmo couldn’t resist the opportunity to be praised by others. He wanted to feel that energy that fed his sin.
But now, looking at the picture you had sent - that energy dissipated to the point where he couldn’t feel it anymore. The only thing he felt was guilt as he thought about you being upset because he didn’t show up.
He immediately left the fashion show and rushed to the House of Lamentation. He looked like a disheveled mess as the combination of alcohol and blame overtook him.
He immediately went to your door and tried knocking on it. But you didn’t answer it. He knocked again…and again. Tears were streaming down his face as he begged you to let him in. But, when he realized, you weren’t going to, he slowly slid down to the floor, hiding his face in his hands.
He wasn’t mad at you for not letting him in. He could only imagine how you felt - how he made you feel. He had done everything in his power to get you to like him without his powers because they were ineffective on you. And he had finally gotten his chance with you, but he blew it.
Asmo would be bad at giving you space. Every inch of his body would crave you. He would try and get you to talk to him every day until you finally let him apologize and make it up to you.
Today was supposed to be one of the few days that you and Beel had to spend the entire day together. You had decided about a week ago that today you would go to the beach since you had never been to the beach in the Devildom. And because it would give you the opportunity to see Beel shirtless.
You had spent the whole last week planning your date day. Beel wanted to do everything with you from swimming to playing beach volleyball to just laying on the sand. Whatever the activity was, sign Beel up. He just wanted the time to be with you.
But, of course, when the day actually came, Beel’s Fangol coach decided that the team had to have a mandatory morning practice since they had a big game coming up. You decided it would be more trouble than anything if Beel missed the practice. He promised he would meet you at the beach the second practice was over.
You gathered up everything you thought the two of you need. You grab the towels, the sunscreen, the basket full of snacks you made, and other miscellaneous items. You then went to the beach and chose a nice place that was secluded enough for you and Beel.
You laid the towels out on the sand and took a look at the immensely large body of water in front of you. Part of you felt like you could be swallowed up at any second by it. The other part of you was in awe of how beautiful it looked.
You laid down on the towels, letting yourself sunbathe for a bit. Beel’s practice should be over soon and then the two of you could go in the water together.
Beel smiled as the practice drew to a close. He couldn’t wait to get to the beach with you. He blushed slightly imagining you in a swimsuit and now he was even more eager to get to the beach.
He pulled out his D.D.D. to let you know he was on his way when one of his teammates came up behind him, clapping him on the shoulder.
“The team’s all getting together for lunch.” Beel looked up at his teammate. Sorry, but he had a hot date to get to. “It’s a buffet with no limit,” the teammate added, walking away.
Beel’s eyes widened. Buffet. No limit. His mind and decisions were suddenly clouded by the image of him being surrounded by an endless amount of food.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was following the rest of the team to the restaurant. Fulfilling his gluttonous sin with the seemingly never-ending food that surrounded him.
At this point, you had texted and called Beel several times. His practice should have been long over by now. You were starting to get a little nervous when you got a text message. It was from Asmo in the House of Lamentation group chat.
“Look who I ran into!” Asmo’s message read along with a picture of Beel eating to his heart’s content with the rest of his team.
You felt let down and sad as you looked at the picture. Today was supposed to be a special day between the two of you and instead he decided to spend it with his team.
To make matters worse, it decided to start raining. So here you were, struggling to pack everything up, the rain soaking you and everything you brought.
You were completely drenched before you were even able to start walking back to the House of Lamentation. You were thankful for the rain though. No one would be able to tell the difference between the drops of rain and the tears that ran down your face.
Beel finally had his fill of food when Asmo looked outside making a comment about how he’d hate to be outside right now while it was raining like this.
That was all that was needed for Beel’s memory to kick into high gear as he suddenly realized you were out there. His eyes widened as he felt like the biggest failure, quickly leaving the restaurant and heading out into the storm.
He ran as fast as he could to the beach, but when he didn’t see you there - he panicked. He started running down the path to the House of Lamentation and let out a small breath of relief when he saw you there, walking a bit ahead of him.
His heart shattered though when he actually looked at you. You looked like a kicked puppy, walking with your head down as you struggled to carry everything you brought with you thanks to everything weighing twice as much because of the rain.
Beel frowned as he took in your appearance. You really wanted to spend the whole day with him. And he completely ruined it.
The House of Lamentation was within view now, but Beel wasn’t ready to let you go in yet. He knew you would either go straight to your room or his brothers would distract you and he wouldn’t be able to talk to you.
So, he ran to you, the rain now falling even harder. “Y/N! Wait!” he yelled finally catching up with you and standing in front of you. Even though the rain covered any sign of tears, he could see the sadness in your eyes.
“I’m sorry! The team -,” he tried to explain. “It’s okay. I saw. You don’t have to explain yourself,” you cut him off, trying to push past him, but his big stature blocked you from doing so. He didn’t know what to say to fix this.
“Beel, I’m cold, and I don’t feel like talking,” you told him sternly. Now it was his turn to look like a kicked puppy. He finally allowed you to push past him, feeling his own sadness and guilt wash over him along with the rain.
He followed you back to the House of Lamentation, keeping his distance. When he got inside, he saw the wet discarded items you had brought with you to the beach and he reached for the basket looking inside of it.
He felt a new wave of sadness come over him as he saw all of his favorite snacks that you made him in there - now, completely ruined. Your snacks and your company would have been enough to keep him satisfied and feeling full.
So, why? Why did he let himself fall for the temptation of the buffet? Why didn’t he just decline the offer like he was going to?
Beel would try and bring snacks or meals to your room, hoping you would be hungry enough to let him in so he could apologize profusely.
When you finally do let him in, he immediately engulfs you in a bear hug. He holds you tight as he promises to never hurt you again.
Belphie was a very sneaky demon when he wanted to be. He was clever and could get himself out of any situation. Which is why when the Devildom opened up a new escape room, he was the first one that came to your mind for a partner. After all, he found a way to escape a room that Lucifer had secured, he would be sure to get you through the escape room.
You had a large smile on your face as your eyes sparkled with hope when you asked him to go with you to the escape room. Belphie wasn’t sure how much fun it would be. The amount of effort he would have to use to escape sounded exhausting. But the look on your face made him say yes.
When you lit up even more at his response, his heart swelled with warmth. You were so excited to go on a date with him and it made a small blush rise to his cheeks. Of course, he was equally excited to go out with you, but that was his secret.
You chose the day you were supposed to go to the escape room and made a plan to meet there after school.
That day though, Belphie was feeling particularly rebellious, and he had decided he didn’t want to go to school, just to stick it to Lucifer.
When Lucifer came home from RAD, he was in a rage. Belphie couldn’t help the small, sadistic smile that formed on his face when he heard the eldest brother enter the House of Lamentation with his feathers all ruffled.
As one of core members of the Anti-Lucifer league, it only made sense for him to derive some sense of satisfaction from Lucifer’s anger. Belphie smiled even more when he imagined Diavolo asking Lucifer if Belphie had skipped school. Lucifer must have looked like a deer in headlights.
Lucifer slammed the door open to the twin’s room and Belphie let out a small sigh. No point in trying to pretend like he was asleep.
“Belphegor, care to explain why you decided to miss school today?” Lucifer asked angrily as Belphie sat up in his bed. “I was tired,” Belphie replied nonchalantly, watching the fire burn in Lucifer’s eyes. He just about lost it right then and there. But he managed to keep his composure, his own sadistic smile finding its way to his face.
He placed a large pile of schoolwork on Belphie’s bed, demanding that it be done by the end of the night. What’s worse is that he took Belphie’s D.D.D. and sealed the door with magic so that he couldn’t leave, and no one could enter. Not even Beel.
Belphie let out a frustrated sigh as he sat in front of the large stack of papers, taking the first one and looking at the top part that had a blank line asking for the date. Belphie filled in the date and then stared at it. Something about the date was screaming out to him, begging him to notice.
He started wracking his brain for any indication as to why today’s date rang a bell. And when it finally dawned on him, he felt like all of the blood left his body. Oh no. Today was his date with you. Why? Why did he decide to be rebellious today of all days?!
He suddenly went into panic mode. He needed to let you know what happened and that he wasn’t going to make it. He searched for his D.D.D. but then he remembered - Lucifer took it.
His heart was now beating at an unsteady pace as he moved on to trying to find a way out of the room. He imagined you at the escape room, waiting for him to come only for him to never show up. You had been so thrilled to go with him…
Belphie started banging on the door of the room, demanding Lucifer let him out. His anger towards the eldest brother increased tenfold, and so did his anger towards himself.
Belphie had been equally excited to go on a date with you. To have you all to himself while his brothers were nowhere in sight. To have you standing next to him, so close he could feel your warmth. To have you hold onto him if you got nervous or scared and to look at him like he was your knight in shining armor when he helped you escape the room. A look that made him feel things he had never felt before.
And now, he was going to miss all of that. All because he decided he’d rather sleep than deal with school today.
You stood in front of the escape room. You had already bought the tickets for Belphie, and the smile never left your face as you waited for him to show up. You were hoping today would be a chance for the two of you to grow closer.
You had been harboring feelings for the youngest for a little while now, and you were wanting to express those feelings tonight. Belphie had reluctantly agreed to go, wavering your confidence a bit. But, as the two of you talked more about it, you thought he genuinely seemed happy to go. Which made your confidence surge right back up.
However, as the time got later and later, you started questioning yourself more and more. Was he really as excited to go as you thought he was? Were you imagining his smile when the two of you talked about it? Did he decide you weren’t worth the time or effort? Did he not…feel the same way?
You wiped away a stray tear and decided to leave the escape room. I guess that’s what you get for putting your heart on the line. It wasn’t the first time Belphie had hurt you, but it was the first time he hurt you emotionally.
Beel had noticed your sad expression when you entered the House of Lamentation. Wasn’t tonight supposed to be yours and Belphie’s date? What had gone wrong.
Belphie finally finished the last of the paperwork. He had worked faster than he ever had in his life, trying to finish it in time to leave and get to you to explain the situation and apologize. The last thing he wanted was for you to question his feelings for you.
Just as he put his pen down, the door to the bedroom opened and Belphie let out a small gasp. The seal must have been tied to the paperwork. Belphie immediately jumped off the bed to go find you, but Beel stopped him, explaining that you had already come home, looking crestfallen.
Belphie felt crushed as Beel told him that. He had to make things right. You had already forgiven him for hurting you once. He and Beel spent the rest of the night brainstorming ways to remedy things.
If you refuse to give him the time of the day, Belphie would wait until you were laying down somewhere and just climb on top of you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to move him off of you.
He would mutter apologies as he clung to you, swearing he would never do anything like that ever again. He didn’t care how tired he was. He would never sleep again if it meant you would agree to go out with him again.
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